
Has come into town,
In a yellow petticoat
And a green gown.
~~Mother Goose
Poetry and gardening seem to go hand in hand. Any gardener given enough time will compose a little prose about their patch eventually. Now to get them to admit this and perhaps recite one or two of these little ditties may take a lot of time, trust, and/or wine.
I have found that my heart and mind combine in the garden is calm though. And after a long day slog in the garden, a little poetry after dinner lightens my heart even more. I don't have a recipe for this, except I do slip little poem cards into my recipe box here and there, and they amuse the heck out of me or whomever I have looked through my recipe box.
A.A. Milne
Strow me the ground with daffadowndillies,
And cowslips, and kingcups, and loved lilies. ~~Spenser.
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